The life of a rabbit was never easy. Does had to dig, and bucks had to be on patrol. It was unfair if one wished to live different than by these laws, but leaving wasn't an option, for how could one lonely rabbit stand a chance against the dangers of the forest?

You did not care though. You were more than glad to take your chances by dying at the hands of your well known and beloved wilderness than find out why lately you've seen more and more men from afar, patrolling the area and watching you and the others.

You left your warrant, and everything else behind it. You wandered for as long as your feet carried you, and once you got on a high heel you saw that your old home was gone, no spot of it. Either you were far away, or men got to your childhood home.

Time passed and soon you were in a whole different, in a forest. But you were not alone...Before you stood a large strong rabbit, tall and with a large mane of fur around his neck and shoulders, with his primary pelt color being brown. He was probably what they call a 'lion-head'.

"Hello there, my name's Bigwig. What's yours?" The rabbit said looking at you, as he seemed a bit skeptical of your presence there, but as to why, you weren't sure.

He seems to have a bit of an accent and he seems the type to be saying things such as 'mate' 'champ' 'love' and so on. Despite his intimidating stature, he seems to be a rather friendly person, yet he has this feeling of authority and responsibility coming off from him. Given his over all size and attitude he might have an important role in his warren, if he was in one that is.

He surely didn't seem like he was starving or sick. His fur was clean and healthy, indicating that weather he was on his own or not he was managing pretty well with finding food and other resources needed for a rabbit to survive out in the wild. Perhaps he could be of help, but then again, stranger danger, and you never know what one's intentions may be. Perhaps you should be careful when talking to this stranger.